It's a goddamned joke how we can hurt even in the sun.

20 May 2017 is significant as it is the day I started on a fresh page in a new journal.

Sun is out. Finally warm. 65 and sunny. Leaves are electric this afternoon. Fuck. I long to be so vibrant. I could use a word other than green to describe...and of course, the only word that comes to mind is electric. It’s as if they’re full of little sparks...Sky is mostly clear with a few sweepings of clouds. I’m in love again. With myself. With my body. I find myself always conflicted and even the day’s clarity cannot magnify. Everything and nothing is illuminated. My handwriting is inconsistent.